"That was not the deal." Farverson was negotiating with a fairly unsavory looking boatman. His "ship" (and that was being polite) looked about as well taken care of as the boatman. The sails sagged, the hull was covered in a green fungus that was probably the only thing keeping it afloat, what little crew I saw looked like their last meal had been long dead rat, their sunken eyes were filled with dread. The boatman was no better, he was short, fat, and his skin color was dirt, as in I couldn't make out what color the skin was because he was so freaking dirty. On top of the dirt he barely had any hair and one eye appeared either lazy or false because it just stared off to the side the whole time. Farverson's group and myself waited by the sidelines while he argued with captain dirty.
"You said you needed ship I bring you ship. You say you need crew. I bring crew. You say you want to go to Toebeck island! PRICE GO UP!" The captain jumped when he said up. I could see the look of annoyance even from where I was, Farverson was apparently not one for idle threats. He drew his sword and held it under the boatmans chin, I didn't hear what he growled into the boatman but the smaller man got a look of fear into him, shouted something to his crew and a couple of the dirty people came out to collect our gear.
"Problems?" I asked of Faverson, he looked minorly annoyed with the whole affair as he resheathed his sword.
"Negotiations, he was under the impression deals are meant to be broken, I made sure to break him of that belief." Farverson oversaw the workers as they loaded our stuff on and I looked out across the calm water to where Toebeck Island lay. I was worried, I hadn't been back there in forever, and frankly didn't know what we would find or why they would suddenly stop talking with the outside world. But like most of my adventures, I was already past the point of no return, oh hindsight how true that statement would turn out to be!
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